Page 25 of Ruin Me Sweetly

I hissed as he entered me.

Yes.

Then nothing.

I tried to glance over my shoulder, but his hand pressed harder against my neck, the other coming to rest just above my waist, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

He pushed into me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I tilted my hips, chasing every inch I could get, feeling my muscles clench around his thick length.

“My good girl,” he murmured, fingers stroking the back of my head. “Using that tight little hole to suck me in.”

Oh my god. What was happening? And why was I loving it?

“I’m going to fill you up, and I expect that ass of yours to slap right back at me.”

Ass-slapping. Got it.

There was no warning. No fanfare. He just pulled back and slammed so deep inside me that I forgot to breathe.

“Oh god,” I rasped.

“Fuuuuck,” he roared, and began to fuck me in earnest.

Long, deep thrusts that dragged my face back and forth across the soft quilt. I swear I could taste him at the back of my throat. A few moments later, I heard the slaps start—there was no escape, his hands pinning me to the bed, and it was open season.

I was so wet he slid right back in every time. The savage force of his entry made me clamp down around him, which only fuelled the beast further.

What had he been going on about? He’d been talking like a man twice his age just minutes ago, and now he was ploughing into me like he’d just discovered sex for the first time.

It wasn’t long before his balls started smacking against my pussy. I wanted them in my mouth again—wanted to suck my own arousal off his cock and balls. I curled my toes, rocking my hips, meeting every thrust with my own.

The tension curled and tightened into a knot low in my belly. His hand gripped my hair, then my shoulder, as his hips kept colliding into me, faster now. The slaps grew louder, wetter, more frantic.

“Yes,” I cried, long and loud into my quilt.

His fingers dug into my shoulder, grounding me as my whole body shook. He fucked me straight through my orgasm. For a moment, it felt as though my mind and body had come apart entirely—nothing but the relentless drive of his hips and the rapid, helpless contractions of my own body.

I wailed into the bed.

Felt warm, wet liquid run down my thighs.

Oh no. Not again.

His growl tore through the room, and he grabbed my ass cheeks, hauling me on and off his cock, thrusting back and forth without mercy.

I held onto the quilt as he used my body exactly how he wanted to.

“Going to fill that belly up with my cum,” he gasped, slamming into me one final time, hitting so deep inside that he erupted with a shout.

Only then did my body finally go slack, sagging into the mattress, savouring the feel of his cum filling me, exactly as he’d promised.

I closed my eyes, grateful just to breathe again.

His ragged breathing filled the room around us.

He slapped the side of my thigh.

“You squirted all over us again,” he said, chuckling.